Ugh. Oh GOD no. I used to have to go to those things in relation to my ex-husband's job, years ago. It was about that time I developed this real complex of shame around the fact that I secretly had nothing in common - nothing - with any of his friends' wives or female co-workers, but I wasn't supposed to admit to that. I just had to hang and make nice to them and be utterly bored. Or, I'd get drunk - and I don't take large amounts of alcohol at all well.
These days, I'm an OK 'mingler' - sort of - at the more casual sort of party (after-gig kind of thing) where you're not putting a face on so much, and where nobody really cares if you end up in another room slumped on the couch because you're getting peopled out.
Weddings are hellish too, I've often found. They're supposed to be days of joy, but if you listen carefully there is so much backstabbing and nastiness going on at the average wedding. Although in that instance, because I'm now married to a photographer, I quite often find I'm at them in a semi-professional capacity (i.e. his assistant). Which means I can't drink...but everyone else can, and it's good fun being sober when everyone else is drunk. (Especially if it's your own family...you can learn a thing or two!)
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